AT THE VILLAGE GREEN


Between Concord
and Lexington we wander
in the country
with our flickering sunglasses
now we are hailing a taxi
to journey
over the sunny bridge railing
here over at the Hawthorne
Alcott, Emerson
and Thoreau estates
who once read
between their lines
in a divine proverbial
American language
as today's children
are being taught their words
after school
by muscular tutors
who outshout us
by playing as stars of soccer
back at the Village Green
after sharing  cups
of an Indian herbal tea
and bran muffin
now we taking selfies by
dark Evergreen branches
as red -winged blackbirds
and larks cover azure skies
here by my river bed kayak
wanting to catch the sun
rising up as first light drips
over the first icy branches.